Page 153 of A Sky Full Of Stars

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop,” Lainey rasps, her hand gripping my chin to lift my gaze. “You’ve got me here and I want this…you…more than anything. I’m not some delicate flower. I don’t need this to be slow and gentle like it’s my first time.Now’s not the time for feelings. I need you to fuck me like you used to.Please.”

Jesus. Maybe I’m wrong.

I’m about to argue when she pins me with a stare that makes my cock pulse, and a low growl rip from within me. I drop her to her feet and rip open her shirt, letting it fall to the floor with a splat, and without removing her bra, I spin her around and slide the cups down before pressing her chest against the glass, crowding in behind her.

Steam rises around us, but I can just make out the outline of her pink nipples through the mirror in front of us, the sight alone close to my undoing.

Snaking my hands around her waist, I slide my palms down her taut stomach until I reach the button on her shorts, popping it open before lowering the zipper. Sinking one hand beneath the waistband, I slowly glide the other toward her face, purposely missing her breast, loving the way her body arches until my hand settles around her neck, giving her a squeeze.

“Oh god,” she cries out before biting her lip and moaning, trying but failing to stay quiet.

I dip my hand lower, moving beneath her panties, spreading my fingers to tease every inch of her heat. Her thighs clench, and she reaches back to touch me, her hips rolling against my hand, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

I continue my ministrations, careful not to touch her clit, edging her as she pants. Smothering her from behind, I lean in and press my lips to her ear, just as the tips of my fingers find their mark. “I can stillfuck you,” I whisper emphasizing her words. “Andshow you how Ifeel. Hands on the glass. You’re about to find out exactly how much I worship you.”

She gasps as I spread her legs with my feet and drop to my knees, willing my cock to calm down when she places her palms close to her face, exactly as asked.

Curling my fingers into her shorts and panties, I glide them down her smooth legs, holding them still when she tries to clench.

She gasps softly as I grip her hips, angling her body to open her up for me, her pussy lining up with my face. My throat bobs as I stare at her glistening core, only now stopping to think about the moment. This woman has been my dream since I was eighteen. I tried to deny it, even to myself, but it’s always been Lainey. No other girl has compared. I’ve never even let them try.

Lainey wriggles under my intense gaze, impatiently waiting for my next move while I lick my lips and smile to myself. When I look up, she’s staring down at me, her lip trapped between her teeth, her eyes dark with want. “Please, Thomas. I need it.”

A memory of Lainey biting her lip on the dance floor flits across my mind, and I hold back a smirk as a sweet satisfaction fills me. Those guys can have her dances, butthisis allmine. And it always will be.

Turns out, I’m not as immune to jealousy as I thought, and now I get to be the one fulfilling their desires.

With my hands on her thighs, I slide my palms along her skin until I reach her core, using my thumb to open her up. My cock throbs as the taste of her comes back to me, and I have to fight not to fist it through my pants.My time will come.

Leaning forward, I run my tongue across her center, groaning as her juices coat me. My skin heats, but I can’t say if it’s the warm water soaking my back, or my body reacting to finally being with Lainey again.

For six years it’s been me and my hand. This moment is a long time coming. “Fuck, you taste exactly as I remember, sweet as sugar with a dash of spice.”

I flatten my tongue against her, and she lets out a high-pitched mewl before doing something to smother it. What, I couldn’t say, because I’m much more interested in what causes those sounds.

And I want to make her scream.

Alternating between nibbling her clit and swirling my tongue around her heat, I work hard to elicit a moan, knowing she’s working harder to stay quiet. But when I insert two fingers inside her, curling them to massage her walls, she loses the battle, crying out with abandon, and I have no doubt there will be questions come morning.

“Yes. God, yes.”

I only have to pump my fingers a few times before she’s bucking against me, doing all that she can to find her release. She rocks faster, seeking her high as I grip her leg, holding her steady when her balance starts to fail her, allowing her to focus on the moment.

I continue my movements right up until she’s hovering on the edge, then remove my fingers and open her wider, lapping at her drenched pussy, adding pressure to her sweet spot as she muffles her cries with her palm, her body jerking erratically as she rolls against my face. “That’s it, Lainey,” I groan against her center. “Take what you need.”

She cries out in whispers as I change the angle of her hips, running my tongue the length of her, my thumb rolling over her clit. I take a second to watch her come apart, and I’m just about to lick her again when she cries out in ecstasy, her body convulsing as her orgasm hits with force.

Slowing my pursuit, I continue to tease her until she begs me to stop and then pull back, staring up at her. She pants against the window, catching her breath before spinning around and pulling me to my feet, her wild eyes searching mine.

With flushed cheeks and messy hair, she’s staring at me with so much desire that it stabs me in the chest, permanently marking me so it’ll be impossible to ever forget this moment.

We stand, unmoving, until Lainey reaches out, her fingers working the button of my pants, forcing them undone. She grabs my tee next, but I help her out, awkwardly rolling it up my body, the water making it stick like glue.

When I’m shirtless, Lainey kisses a path down my chest, making my muscles jump as her fingers curl into my waistband. She tries to guide my pants down, but just like with my tee, they stick and I almost fall. We both burst out laughing, the noise loud until I lift Lainey and kiss the sound away.

“And the movies tell us this is romantic,” I joke as I pull away before finally removing my clothes, my cock bouncing between us. I smile again until Lainey drops to her knees, wrapping her lips around my tip.

“Jesus.” My hips pivot, and she takes me in farther, making me groan as my balls tighten.

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